Many people passed by in a hurry.
No one knows what has happened here, what has happened, and what will happen in the future.
Here, the vegetable market - we call it the virtuous woman's original dream.
Xiao Ding: "My mother said, which woman hasn't dreamed of carrying a small basket made of bamboo to the wet market, picking up a small vegetable and locking it in the stomach of the man she loves."
Here, the vegetable market - we also call it the final grave of middle-aged women.
Xiao Ding: "My mother said, any woman who once dreamed of a happy life picking up side dishes at the vegetable market didn't have her dream shattered when she actually stood in the vegetable market picking up side dishes."
Perhaps such a place worth mentioning is just passed by in the lives of many people, and passes by in the eyes of many people without a trace.
But in our world, everything is inseparable from its existence.
Everything about us starts and ends here.
"Loyeya, little Ding Zhenghuan! Come on, give me a smile~!"
"Fuck you!"
"... Then..., It's called Eggplant--zi!"
"... Eggplant!"
With such a gorgeous smile fixed in the frame, why doesn't this photo turn yellow after so many years?
Our memories should be very, very old things.
Right?
"Screw you!"